It said,“I still don't know how to thank you. No one has ever been so good to me. I had to leave. Maybe I'll see you around. Trust me, it's bett...er this way. I'm sorry.”There was no signature. There was simply a sketch of a pair of lips puckered into a kiss, enclosed in a heart.What the fuck?I didn't even know her name. She didn't know mine. I guess she wanted to remain anonymous. All right, I hadn't expected that, but, well, okay. That was fun. What a strange weekend!By Monday, the. What she did not expect was that he made her crazy before ever penetrating her with his penis. She wasn’t used to long, passionate kisses. She’d gotten some foretaste of that in the shower, but now, as his hands continued to stroke her body, his lips seemed to suck the energy out of her. She did not expect for her nipples to supply so much pleasure, or to crave the kisses he gave them. She certainly didn’t expect his lips to drift lower, kissing her everywhere, until he applied gentle pressure. "Caleb, I'm sorry, I love you. It was one time I swear." My throat catching on his name."I believe you, but every time I touch you, I picture Paul touching you first."I took a deep breath, hearing the hurt in his voice. Despite my guilt, the sound of Paul's name made me really wet. I loved Caleb, I really did. But Paul just made my body quiver. Caleb had mistaken this to be sobbing."Shh, baby. I'm sorry." He brushed my long, slightly curly blonde bangs out of my face with his long soft thumb.. Her skirt even seemed to be a little shorter and a little tighter today than on previous days when it seemed on the verge of obscene indecency. I didn’t see any panty line which led me to suspect she was not wearing any undies. The fact that her buttocks were bouncing every which way but up reinforced my line of thinking.The top two buttons on her pink blouse were open giving the jurors a good view of the tops of her perfectly curved breasts almost to the point where her nipples were at the.